74. We’re All Out Of Grateful
Two days later I felt well enough to go to work. Every time I got out of my desk chair, a muscle spasm stabbed me in the back.
“I should be grateful,” I said to myself. “A lot of people suffer way more than I do. Street Sign is dying of cancer and not complaining.” I made a list of people whose lives seemed tougher than mine. I shoulded on myself a little more. I should buck up. I should be glad I have a job. I should accept I got what I deserved for not doing what I was supposed to.
Most days I could be very grateful. I had learned to accept what I had to accept, let go when I could, and find the positive in negative situations. Most days, but not that day. The best I could do was be grateful I’d likely be more grateful the next day.
Today I’ll be as grateful as I can manage.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
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